They – August 5, 2019

A few minutes ago.

They used the word they,

across a gaggle.

Is this fair, I thought,

Can this be?

How many they’s

have included me?

Misperceptions strewn,

spattered on a canvas.

Portraits painted



to the familiar heart.

Grouping does no justice.

To the many souls

Spicy to my tongue,

Who boast round edges

And wild hair.

They are them,

And I will always

be me.

There should never be

A they,

But realistically.

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